Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 140: Volantis Fleet
The Highgarden Master, Fortimo Crane, was in a hurry, his steps were quick and powerful, as he passed through the flower-filled paths of the seaside manor. The sea breeze blew gently, stirring the corners of his clothes, but it failed to slow down his pace.

As we walked into the manor, the sun shone on the colorful flower beds, casting a dreamy light and shadow. In the pavilion not far away, Margaret was chatting and laughing with her maids, and her silver bell-like laughter floated in the air.

Fotimo Crane stepped forward quickly and saluted Margaery. "Miss Margaery, I have learned the details. Gavin Belleris has already successfully occupied Linlith, and now for some unknown reason, he is fighting with Tyrosh and Myr. However, judging from the spoils unloaded at those ports, the battle situation should be good."

Hearing this, the smile on Margaret's face froze instantly, and her beautiful eyes opened wide, full of surprise.

She never expected that Gavin's attack would be so smooth and that he would successfully capture Lys in such a short time. Judging from this situation, Gavin's strength will surely grow stronger. If he completely solves the threat of Essos, it will probably be beyond the control of the Tyrell family, which will be extremely disadvantageous for the subsequent negotiations.

Originally, the Tyrell family planned to summon Gavin to Highgarden in the name of Margaery's name day, and let the experienced and shrewd Lady Olenna negotiate with Gavin, but unexpectedly, Gavin refused the invitation on the grounds that a war had broken out.

Now that her grandmother was no longer around, the burden of decision-making fell on Margaret's shoulders. After thinking for a moment, Margaret said firmly, "Let's get ready. We'll set off for Lys tomorrow."

After hearing this, Fotimo Crane's expression instantly became solemn. He quickly advised, "Miss Margery, I don't recommend you go to Lys at this time. Obviously, the war there has not ended. Bandits are rampant in the Three Daughters' Kingdom, and those people are very barbaric. It is too risky to go there rashly. If possible, it is best to let the Redwyne family provide us with a few warships to escort us, so as to ensure safety."

Margaery shook her head and said, "It will be too late to send a message back to Highgarden. I want to see Gavin before the war is over. Besides, aren't the ships that travel back and forth safe? Let's go to Lys first to see the situation and then make a decision."

Looking at Margaret's resolute expression, Fortimo Crane knew that she was determined to leave and it would be difficult to persuade her. If he continued to persuade her, he would appear to be timid. Helplessly, he could only sigh heavily and agree, "Okay, Miss Margaret, I hope everything goes well on this trip."

At the same time, in an inn on Bloodstone Island, Quentyn Martell also learned about the war between Gawen and Tyrosh and Myr.

He made a prompt decision and asked the guards to contact the ship to Rees, and said anxiously: "The sooner the better, set off as soon as possible."

The guard looked embarrassed and advised: "Sir, there is still a war going on over there. Do you need to ask Prince Daolang for his opinion on this matter?"

After hearing this, Quentyn Martell hesitated for a moment, then said with a firm look, "Just go find Governor Boris and send a raven to my father to inform him of the situation here. Isn't Lys very safe now? And Daenerys is there. If possible, it would be better to see her first."

After hearing this, the guard said no more and left.

Margaery Tyrell and Quentyn Malte were not the only ones eager to go to Lys. A huge fleet of 130 warships was also speeding towards the island of Lys.

The fleet plowed through the waves, the oars on both sides of the ships rising and falling in unison, splashing layers of white foam. On the towering masts, the Volantis flag with an orange background and a black tiger fluttered in the wind.

The commander of the fleet, Narik Wisama, was standing on the bow of the flagship with a frown on his face. He took the letter from the carrier pigeon, glanced at it quickly, and threw it aside.

Seeing this, the deputy beside him smiled bitterly and asked, "Is it because of Governor Madarjo's urging?" Narik said to his deputy unhappily, "He wants to send us ten letters a day to make up for his lost prestige. The fleet can only go so fast. What's the point of being so anxious?"

After hearing this, the deputy speculated, "Sir, do you think that the war in the disputed land is not going well, which forced Governor Madacho to do this?"

After hearing this, Narik did not answer, but stared at the sea ahead, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He is the eldest son of Nessiso Wisama, the Archon of the Elephantine. As a member of the Elephantine, he has always opposed going to war with a Valyrian dragonlord. Even if it means taking the disputed land, he believes that cooperating with the dragonlord is far better than Tyrosh and Myr.

He really couldn't understand how Malachor had convinced his father and the other Elephant Party archon. But now that the matter was done and the fleet had set sail for the battlefield, he felt extremely helpless and worried.

Once, Aegon rode the Black Death to defeat Volantis, and it took Volantis decades to recover. If Volantis loses this time, it may fall into chaos and decline again.

Just as Nerik's thoughts were racing, his deputy hurriedly shook him. He looked at his deputy curiously, only to see that his deputy had a serious expression and was staring straight ahead. Nerik followed his gaze curiously and saw countless black spots appearing on the sea level. A fleet no less numerous than theirs suddenly appeared in front of them.

The sea breeze seemed to stagnate at this moment. Narik's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and fine beads of sweat unconsciously seeped out of his forehead. His throat was dry and he tightly gripped the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The gradually clear outline of the fleet was like a heavy mountain, pressing him down to the point where he could hardly breathe.

As an experienced fleet commander, Narik roughly judged the size of the opposing fleet with just a glance.

However, the scene before him was completely different and far from what Malachor had described before.

The number of warships owned by the Dragon King was not inferior to that of Volantis, and even exceeded expectations. Nearly half of the sailing ships had huge sails fluttering in the sea breeze, like unstoppable beasts.

Narik's face suddenly became darker and darker, as if water could drip out of it. He clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles in his cheeks trembled slightly, showing his extreme tension and anxiety. His brows were furrowed into a deep "川" shape, and the ravines seemed to be full of worries and contemplation.

Narik took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and prepare to deal with the situation at hand.

"Blow the horn and notify the fleet to prepare to meet the enemy!" he ordered his deputy beside him.

(End of this chapter)